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ride back and forth - digbar lyrics

[intro: young tripod]
ay, g*y

[verse 1: young tripod]
he beat on my meat like it was a step*son
i hit from the back and i told him he can’t run
choking him out, now he struggling breathing
turn him around and he swallow my s*m*n
third leg be swinging could knock out a child
marathon f*cking i go for a while
training my meat it might go super saiyan

[verse 2: digbarg*yraps]
all on his chin, that’s where my b*lls laying
i ain’t f*cking for free so you better be paying
the nut drying up on his back, it’s decaying
we f*ck on the beach we enjoying the weather
i’m punching his fart box like i’m mayweather
arching his back, man this angle is vicious
hands getting wet like i’m washing some dishes
told him to ride it ‘causе i’m getting lazy
he said that’s a bet thеn he start to go crazy

[verse 3: young tripod]
throat going crazy, he draining my babies
he riding my d*ck like a ship in the navy
play with my b*lls like they was some dice
d*ck in his mouth and he gagged on it twice
eyes get to watering, the turkey he gobbling
knock on his door, like who could be bothering?
it’s just his brother, and he want it to
typical friday, just f*cking some dudes
[verse 4: digbarg*yraps]
it’s typical, i’ma go tickle his pickle
i’m f*cking no condom, we gotta get rid of ’em
take off my draws ’cause i think there’s a skid in ’em
looked at his tits, and i slapped them, and slide in ’em
i am that n*gga, if i ask you, give me
shoot b*lls his b*tt like i’m curry, then shimmy
i love all those dudes, but i ain’t talking demi
i’m hitting up spencer’s when i get my stimmy

[verse 5: young tripod & digbarg*yraps]
i’m calling a match ’cause these b*lls they gon’ catch ’em
digging him out, i be all in his r*ct*m
instant b*n*r every time that i text him
like elastic in his booty i stretch ’em
double tap cheeks like a post going crazy
moaning my name and he calling me baby
that double black meat in my face it amaze me
jacking, and jacking that d*ck on the daily
i know that he love me he making it clear
f*cking on dudes that ain’t know they were queer
in d*ck i trust so there’s no need to fear
run me my trophy for d*ck of the year
painted his face got some nut on his cheek
slanging the pipe and it’s making him weak
all in his ass i be making him shriek
we f*ck in miami he getting this heat
you know me and digbar we just f*cking sh*t up
we need some fat dudes that want nut in their b*tt
it’s me and tripod and we g*y we some sl*ts
just like a surgeon we be digging through guts
tripod on the track and you better respect it
running through cheeks like i play for the texans
he big he a tank, i ain’t talking ’bout septic
he left his draws in my house so i kept it
[outro: digbarg*yraps]
different n*ggas coming in and they leaving
jerking n*ggas ’til i’m seeing the s*m*n
f*ck with anybody who tryna rumble
i ain’t scared of nothing i need to be humbled
i’m popping his back like that sh*t is a bubble
dad here is f*ckin’ we might be in trouble
so we cut it and just lay there and cuddle
i pick up the booty i’m never gon’ fumble
i stumble right into his ass on a accident
he moaning so loud he real manly and masculine
i’m tackling boot i’m grabbling and smacking it
dyk* n*gga pretty sure his name jacqueline
than his dad came in anyway he said what’s happening?

- digbar lyrics

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